#idk i was working on another arrow set and then i got Very Distracted....

[halfstayed]

LAUREL LANCE in arrow 3x23

[botwstoriesandsuch]

Idk if you do ship ask but I've always hc that most ritos are affraid of thunder, since that could very easily harm/kill something flying (like a rito), so do you have any headcanons about link comforting revali during a thunderstorm?

Heya! Thanks for sending this ask, I had so much fun writing it! If you wanna know why it took so long, it’s because I accidentally keep making these essentially oneshots instead of headcanons...I get too wrapped up in the atmosphere lmao. 

Anyhow, please enjoy, and thanks for your patience! :P

Revalink during a thunderstorm: 

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Revali always thought green was a decent color, it paired well with his evening blue feathers and eyes after all

But this trip was really challenging his beliefs…

“Tree. Tree. Large tree. Giant tree. Leaf. Bush. Greenery. Tree. Giant leaf. A verdant green. Emerald green. Fern green…” He listed off his observations rhythmically

Revali suddenly stopped walking, patting Link on the back. 

“Why Link, you won’t believe this, but if you look up now, you can experience this rare sight of a tree. Impressive isn’t it?”

Link turned his head to see Revali gesture grandly at the Faron scenery, before rolling his eyes. ‘You’re such an ass…’

The Rito smirked, content with the annoyance he was causing Link, before continuing to walk beside him, pointing out the “variety” of nature. 

He had been traveling with Link across the jungles of Faron, helping him fly over the waterfalls and rivers for...reasons he had forgotten. Something ordered by the Princess? Checking Shrines? Updating ruin locations? Something, something, Zonai, Sheikah, database...and other nonsense words that Revali didn’t really care for, point was, “this expedition would run all the more smoothly with your skill set,” so, here he was. 

In hindsight that was probably only said to flatter him into coming, but it’s not like Revali was going to complain. One on one time with Link wasn’t an opportunity he would have passed up on, anyway

Walking under the lush forest canopy, Revali picked at the 700th vine tangled in Link’s hair. “This exploration stuff sure is paying off...I’m experiencing so many new things. Like plants, and water, and bugs. Never could have experienced this anywhere else.”

Link raised an eyebrow, holding up his hands to sign, ‘Come on now, don’t be like that. We’ll be done with this soon, so quit being pretentious for two seconds and enjoy the beauty of nature!’

Right, because the beauty of the sweltering, sickly green, claustrophobic jungle crawling with insects and slimy creatures, dwelling in a sticky, sappy, foliage that seemed to tie your wings down to the earth with it’s grasping vines and prickly leaves… THAT was just the thing for a Rito from Tabantha to enjoy

Revali clicked his tongue. “You think I’m the pretentious one? That one leaf is the size of a Hinox’s arse. What’s even the point of that?? Do the lizards hate the sky that much?” He gestured towards the thick canopy above once again

Link’s expression suddenly changed as he peered through the leaves, noting how the sky’s sunset colors had started to darken with greying clouds. He spoke bluntly

‘There’s a storm coming.’

“Oh? Wonderful…”

‘I think there’s a cave we can use for shelter near the northernmost waterfall.’

“Think? My ability of flight, and overall state of being, is not suited for moisture, so I’d really prefer if you were a bit more certain than, ‘think!’”

‘Well we can always sleep out here if you want… We’ll have to stay overnight judging by the size of those storm clouds.’

Revali shuddered as another sapphire blue lizard crawled across the forest floor near his talons, much too close for comfort. The image of laying down in the dirt, being mocked by the infectious green that covered the sky, for over eight hours, he audibly groaned. 

Fine, hypothetical cave it is. 

“Get on my back already. The sooner the day is done, the better, I suppose.”

Flying through the air, Revali feathers rustled in the growing wind, he could start to smell the storm in the air. Thankfully, Link’s cave turned out to be real, providing dry shelter from the oncoming, feather-drenching rain, thank Hylia. If he had to do his braids and ribbons again after he spent all morning just—

BOOM!

Not two seconds after Revali had landed them both in the cave, a deafening sound shook the ground and carried Revali’s soul to hell, heaven, and back. The sound that escaped his beak was none short of a shrill squeak you might hear come out of a thousand baby birds.

Behind them, green sparks fizzed against the earth, starting a small fire, before it was quickly extinguished by the now pouring rain. 

Revali shuddered, shaking off the few droplets on his wing. His feathers seemed to tremble from the charge in the air, and his mind was racing with thoughts of what would have happened if he was two seconds slower in his descent, but he concealed it all with a neutral frown.

“This forest is lucky the rain started, that bright explosion of death nearly made me think we were under attack, I’d have nocked a bomb arrow or two.” 

‘The...thunder and lightning, you mean?’

“Shut up I know what lightning is.”

‘I guess it makes sense you’re not that familiar...the most action you’ll see in Rito Village is cold winds and snow.’

“I said I know what lightning is.”

‘Oh, don’t worry, I heard you. I heard you very clearly a few seconds ago…’

Revali let out a few “hmphs” before sitting down on the cave floor. Link started to chuckle to himself before starting a fire, the cave was wide enough for the smoke to escape and not suffocate them, and it’s warmth was welcomed wholeheartedly by the Rito Champion.

Link thought that would be the end of it, Revali volunteered to take the first night watch, and the Hylian thought nothing of it. Before either of them knew it, Link had somehow drifted off into a peaceful sleep 

BOOM!

Another crack of thunder. Sure, thunder had been roaring in air for the last two or three hours, but this time the lightning struck close enough to the cave that Link could feel the vibration against the earth. 

He rose with a yawn, stretching his arms as if he had been woken by chirping birds, and not the midnight sky’s roars

Glancing towards Revali’s direction, concern started to creep onto Link’s face, as he watched the Rito with furrowed eyebrows and a frown

As far as he could tell, Revali hadn’t moved an ant’s inch from when Link had last seen him before he dozed off. His jade eyes were fixed on the jungle, and the feathers on his neck seemed to raise everything the sky glowed a shocking flash of green. 

Despite having sat up from the fire, Revali didn’t seem to notice that Link had woken. 

Link waved his arm in front of him, trying to catch the Rito’s gaze. 

‘Hey? You ok?’

Link’s actions cut into Revali’s tumbling thoughts, but he quickly recovered from his initial shock with a click of his tongue

“I’m fine. Just watching to make sure your tired person doesn’t get ambushed by some crafty lizalfo. You’re welcome, by the way.”

Link paused, but in the end, he nodded his head in acceptance. ‘Alrighty then. Well, you go ahead and get some rest. I can take the next watch.’

“...ah. Right.” 

Revali awkwardly shuffled closer to the fire, pinning his back a bit deeper into the shallow cave. 

He didn’t bother to lie down

‘Are you sure you’re ok?’

“I’m fine. I’m just not tired yet is all”

‘Well you should try to get some sleep, cause tomorro—’

“Yes, I’m well aware, I don’t need the reminder of our schedule.”

‘It would probably help to not face the forest, cause the movement and noises can be distracting when you’re trying to sl—’

“Yes. I understand, thank you. As I said I’m not tired so—”

‘But Revali, I just said—’

“Look! I’m fine, stop pestering me about it, OK? All I want is to just be able to—” 

BOOM!

Comically— or perhaps in this atmosphere, un-comically— a lizard fell off the side of a tree near the cave’s mouth, visibly fried and very much dead

Link, ever the survivalist, grew excited at the prospect of a free elixir ingredient, but as he turned to Revali to share this good news, he was greeted with a very still Rito, his feathers pressed stiffly against himself as he seemed to be holding down his other wing, presumably because it was shivering. 

That was strange, considering Link had taken care to keep the firewood stocked. He looked at Revali again, his green eyes seemed to be swirling with racing thoughts and fears  

......fears…

Hylia he was an idiot

Although in fairness, it works both ways

‘I’m sorry...I should have realized you had a greater fear of lightning given the circumstances…’

The Rito suddenly jerked his head, his voice rising in pitch by the second. “W-What?! I don’t know where you got that idea from. Circumstances?? I’ll have you know I’ve trained for years to be quite fearless.”

A sudden flash of light came from the corner of his eye, and Revali had to clamp his tongue to keep silent. If it weren’t for his feathers, he’d be as white as a dove.

‘Are you sure? I’d imagine the thought of thunderstorms are a lot worse for you Rito..’

‘You know, given all the rain, and the chance of being electrocuted, and shot out of the sky by a bolt of lightning, and the loud sounds that probably remind you of an avalanche or a bomb, and also falling out of the sk—’

Link suddenly cut himself off, realizing a bit too late that the explanation of the factors involved with thunder and lightning wouldn’t exactly help Revali’s attitude.

The Rito only stared at Link, his beak clamped shut. Finally, he let out a sigh.

“I’m fine.”

Silence, then a scoff from Link.

Yeah, right. 

He started pulling out an assortment of items from his small pouch—how Link magically managed to fit cart-fulls of apples, armour, and weapons in there was beyond him. Link joked that it was because of magic tree children, at least, Revali thought he was joking

‘Ah-ha! This should make you feel better!’

Link pulled out a golden helmet, it looked Gerudo in style, and it was covered in green, red, and blue gemstones 

‘This thing absorbs lightning, and disperses it, so you don’t get hurt!’

Revali raised an eyebrow, hesitant

‘No! Seriously! This thing has saved me dozens of times, it’s seen hundreds of storms, and it’s taken on countless lightning strikes directly on this part!!’ 

He pointed excitedly to the bright green gemstone’s at the helm’s crest.

Revali could only shift his weight in discomfort, and Link finally got the hint.

‘Ah right. Maybe the lightning prone object isn’t for you...but…’

Link pulled out a weird, flexible hat, in the shape of a fish. It’s giant eyes stared askew at the cave’s walls, and when Link put it on for demonstration purposes, it basically looked like an octorok had spat a starving fish on his hair

‘This little guy is called Lucky. He’s made out of this thing called rubber, and it’s supposed to help keep electricity from touching you. Pretty nifty fashion choice too, right?’

“I will be plucked dry and drowned before you catch me wearing that hideous thing.”

‘Lucky doesn’t appreciate your unkind words…’

A few more minutes pass by, Link unloading the items in his satchel in an attempt to ease Revali’s mind. But most suggestions failed to truly convince him. Occasionally, the storm would boom again, and Link would rub Revali’s wing gently, if only to keep his attention on the weird yellow mushrooms in his hand. Nonetheless, it was a small thing that the Rito appreciated.

After a few more rounds of talking, Revali finally sighed in defeat. “I appreciate your gesture Link, I truly do. But I’d really prefer to just, not think about lightning at all, rather than be surrounded by your cluster of trinkets and tools.”

“So again, it’s fine. I can just sit here and wait it out. Don’t torment me any further with your...endless basket of comfort foods. I do hope that you donate some of those to the needy, I can’t be seen walking around with a selfish, hoarding hero after all.”

Link ignored the quip and Revali’s attempt to deflect the conversation. 

‘Are you sure there’s nothing else I can offer you?’

Revali opened his beak to say no, before closing it. He looked Link up and down, from his fuzzy golden head, to his pathetic and dirty blue tunic, to his brimming, sky blue eyes. 

Revali opened and closed his beak again, before saying, “no, it’s OK.”

Link frowned, tapping his fingers to his chin. 

Then, he swiftly grabbed at the blue scarf around Revali’s neck.

“W-Wha—hey!”

‘Just borrowing this for a sec!’

Despite Revali’s attempts to retrieve it, Link was already unfurling the scarf to its full length and width. Surprisingly, it was long enough, long enough for Link’s plan, anyhow

He turned back to Revali. ‘Snuggle up closer to the fire. If we’re gonna sleep towards the back of the cave like this I’d prefer to be as warm as possible

Revali’s expression was indescribable, at least verbally. Through the power of writing I can only describe the expression as something that conveyed feelings such as:

?!?!?!!?!!??!?!?!?!!!??!?!?!!?!!? 

‘We’re gonna hug, you dense bastard’

Revali started to sputter out questions, and list of logical reasons as to why that suggestion was absurd. But suggestion turned to action as Link wordlessly wrapped the scarf around the two of them, before snuggling into Revali’s feathers.

On the brightside, Revali was stiff for different reasons, other than lightning. 

In hindsight that was probably part of his plan

The Rito was silent, as he struggled with the decision of either allowing himself to be comfortable, nestled with his favourite soft scarf, and his favourite (he would never admit it) Champion

Or to put up his usual quips and walls

Was Link annoyed about this? Happy?? 

Spirits above he was so embarrassed, Link was probably doing this out of pity, like some mother tending to an infant...

Or maybe it wasn’t like that...? Was it something else?? Some other feeling that had cause him to take such a drastic action to—

‘What’cha thinking about?’

Revali felt Link’s arms move under his wing, and he looked over at the Hylian. He looked so...tranquil, and relaxed...and...stunning....despite his terribly kept hair

“Nothing.”

Link raised his eyebrow, ‘Yeah?’

Revali narrowed his eyes in confusion, but nodded, to which Link turned back and nestly his face into his soft feathers.

What kind of a question is that? What am I thinking about? This situation that came out of no where of course!! 

What else would he be thinking abo—

...

Oh

The Rito could only smirk to himself finally putting together the pieces of Link’s scheme

Another moment of silence. At least, to Revali it was silent. The only sounds he could hear were of Link’s breathing, and his own heartbeat. 

The thunder whispered in the background

Revali smiled, while resting his beak on Link’s soft hair

Then finally, thoughts turned to dreams turned to peace; Revali slept sound as the rain pattered to the sound of his beating heart

HA god what a loser it’s so corny I could die. Who would even right such a thing ahahaahha— oh wait

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #218

“give me liberty or death. ... ah, fuck it, just give me death.”

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Do you like coconut flavored things? NO. Coconut is disgusting. Have you ever met a famous author before? No. Do you know anybody who has been raped before? I don't think so, and I truly hope not... How often do you get a fever? Like, never. What kind of laundry basket do you use? It's just a plain, white, plastic one. As a child, did you ever have a clown or a magician at your birthday parties? I actually believe I had both. I know I had a pair of clowns once, and with how into magic I was, I would expect I've had had one. Do you have a permit or license? I have my permit. It's more than due time I work more towards my license... List all the stores you’ve been in this past month. I think the only one is PetSmart. Have you ever thrown food at a stranger in a movie theater? No, because I was never that childish. Does/did either of your parents serve in the military? No. Do you like sour candy? My favorite! Where would you like to go on your honeymoon? Most likely Pink Sands Beach in the Bahamas, but honestly I'm terrified of the Bermuda Triangle, so that's unlikely, lmao. That black sand beach in Hawaii, however, will do. Are all nighters something you have grown used to? BIIIIIIITCH I've outgrown that shit. I'm rarely up past 10 at the latest these days. Is there anybody you’re not ashamed to tell anything to? Anything, no. Smoothies or slushies? Slushies. Ignoring nutrition, could you live off veggies for the rest of your life? Nooooooo. Elaborate on a way you have volunteered? I once volunteered at PetSmart during an adoption event, giving the cats and dogs attention while people visited. I absolutely fell in LOVE with a dog there that I begged Mom to get, and she came pretty close. I cried leaving, ha ha... Does anybody know about your sex life other than your partners? No. If you could see any musician live, front row, who would you choose? Um, Ozzy????? Duh??????? My Dad???????? Is great?????????????? If you had to choose between a million dollars or to be able to change a regret? And here you have it, the stupidest question I've seen on a survey. Have you ever been around someone who was high? Yeah. Could you handle living with a male roommate? No, with how afraid I am of men. It'd only work if it was with a long-time bf. Have you spoken to your mother today? Father? For once, both. Do you live by yourself? No. Do you shower every day? No, it's unhealthy and I don't find every day necessary. Especially when you live my hermit life. Is English your native language? Yes. Who is your favorite character from Harry Potter? N/A Do you watch PewDiePie? Very, very rarely. I'm not that into his content anymore, and his humor changed from more original to heavily meme-ish. Are you married? No. Did you ever color your hair pink? No, but totally not apposed. Do you have any subscribers on YouTube? Yeah, some. Do you salt your popcorn? Sadly. Do you like McDonalds? Don't even try to bullshit, you don't mind McD's. Do you have a Steam account? Yeah. Have you ever played Five Nights at Freddy’s? No. It's a cool series though, and I enjoy watching LPs of it. Do you like horror movies? YESSSSSS my favorite. Is your favorite animal a dog? No. Do you like chicken nuggets? mmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMM What color is the ceiling in the room? White. Do you like religion? It's interesting, but has done a shitload of evil. However, it has also made wonderful people. It depends on how you use it. Have you ever tried Akinator? Yeah. Can you twerk? Idk and idc. Do you like dabbing? It looks remarkably stupid/like you're sneezing into your elbow. Do you like fishing? I do, but I've stopped doing it. I feel too bad for the fish. Do you like sleeping? Oh fuck yeah. What do you think of Fifty Shades of Grey? Fucking disgusting, whether in book or movie format. Do you swear in front of children? No. Which Pirates of the Caribbean do you like the most? Never watched 'em. What do you think of Rob Zombie? I enjoy a lot of his music. How far out of your age bracket would you date? Once you hit 10 years, it's a no for me. Have you ever had an STD? No. Is the area you live in more liberal or conservative? I live in the South. Take a wild guess. Have you picked out flower petals, saying, ‘He loves me, he loves me not?' No. Do you like to pace? It's not that I "like" to, it's just a habit. What’s the greatest thing about science? Learning about the world around us. Discovering how life works. Does it annoy you when people dumb themselves down to be cool? It's not "annoying," it's just stupid. Intelligence is cool. What’s a song you like from the genre you hate? "When The Stars Go Blue" by Tim McGraw is a heavy exception. I adore that song. Are your parents divorced? Yeah, they separated when I was like, 16-17. Who was your first friend? Brianna. Have you ever been to Germany? Hell, I wish. What do you hear right now? I'm currently obsessed with "Brand New Numb" by Motionless In White. Have you ever been ice skating? No. Have you ever been to the Statue of Liberty? No. Would you consider yourself a shy person? I am one of the shyest people you will ever meet in your life. Do you like techno? Yeah, actually. I've really gotten into electronic music. How many windows are in the room you’re in? Two. Can you whistle? No. My lip ring is probably what makes me unable to anymore. How many X-rays have you had in the last 2 years? Three. One of my knees, then over the course of two years, I believe two for my teeth at the dentist. Are you on good terms with your last ex? Yeah. Do you own an Xbox? No. Favorite Snapchat filter? I've never used Snapchat before. How many pillows do you sleep with? Two. What’s the worst thing you have ever done? Depends on how you mean "worst." Most damaging to me, let myself turn Jason into a god in my head and nearly kill myself for it. As far as most immoral, probably be partially responsible for why my former best friend and her bf broke up because he wound up liking me because I was a dumb 12 y/o. What's your favorite candle scent? Probably coffee or cinnamon rolls. Do you take any medications daily? Yeah. What is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) An annoying combo. What type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) A small one. Are you going to change your last name when you get married? Yes, I hate my last name. Last person you called? Mom. Chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? I don't like sprinkles at all. The texture ruins treats. Who was the last person you cried in front of? Mom, I'm sure. Do you think vlogging in public is scary? I wouldn't say "scary," just incredibly awkward. You'd never see me do it. Would you want to be in a collab channel on YouTube? I don't even want to risk popularity, so no. Do you watch any collab channels? Which ones? Game Grumps and Sam & Colby, mainly. What colors have you dyed your hair, if any? Black, purple, and red. What is your gender and sexual orientation? Female and bisexual. Have you been to an escape room? Was it a success? No, but they seem REALLY fun. Ever performed on stage? Was it scary or amazing or both? Yeah, many times for dance. It was really neither for me. Have you ever recorded a cover of a song? No. Have you tried the Beyond or Impossible burger? Thoughts? No, but I want to, especially as I plan on returning to vegetarianism at one point. When was the last time you ate your all-time favorite candy? Oh wow, months. When was the last time you made friends with old enemies? Some time last year, Rachel and I reconnected. She's cool as hell now. When was the last time you took time to pray? It's been a long time. I don't believe it does anything. What is a movie that you heard about recently that you do NOT want to see? Is that "Cats" movie real or was the trailer a fever dream???? What do you do during long trips in the car? I just blare music. Best kind of music to dance to? And the worst kind of music to dance to? I really love "different" songs that warrant a modern sort of dance style. It was my favorite when I took dance, and it's by far my favorite to watch. Worst, I guess like, screamo. How would you dance???? Last candy you tried that you did not enjoy? Or one that you did enjoy? Oh my god. So I tried that new Reese's doughnut from Krispy Kreme today, and it. Was. Repulsive. A candy I actually liked, idk. I rarely ever have treats anymore. Were you a chubby or thin baby? I was normal. Have you ever not given a tip at a restaurant? Why didn’t you? N/A, y'all know my money situation. What is the most outrageous thing you’ve considered doing lately? Okay, I'll admit I at least briefly pondered the possibility of getting a nipple pierced after an eternity of saying I never would lmao. I'm not, tho. Have you ever known somebody who ran away? Most likely. What are your thoughts on Batman? I think it's cool he has that policy of never killing anyone, and he also doesn't have any actual powers, does he? I don't remember. The whole Batman universe (or comics for that matter) is one I don't really connect to anymore, as it was Jason's obsession, so it's a dangerous topic for me. When I say Dr. Seuss, what is the first thing that comes to mind? Green Eggs and Ham. I loooved that book as a kid. Rollercoasters that go upside down… yes please or no thank you? Hell to the motherfuckin no thanks. Is there a certain place or store you especially hate going to? Grocery stores. What was the last animal/pet that you met? There was a BEAUTIFUL standard poodle Mom and I briefly interacted with at the pet store a week or so back. Is there something in particular you always seem to forget? Straighten the shower curtain after I get out so it dries properly. When was the last time you had to wait in line for longer than a few minutes? *shrugs* Have you ever written a review for a product you bought online? No. What was the last board game you played? I think it was all the way back when Sara, Girt, and I played Scrabble.

[jincherie]

opia || pt.1

✩ — pairing: Taehyung x reader ✩ — genre: cupid!au, soulmate!au, cupid!Taehyung ✩ — words: 6.7k+ ✩ — warnings: summoning of an otherworldly being, um there’s not really anything else ✩ — notes: AH here is the first part! It’s not too long because I just need to set the scene and get things started, but also it took a while because I had a massive writers block about where and how to start this??? Idk I’m mostly past it now. sidenote:|| I did wonder whether or not I should post this now, but I decided that ultimately I should. Everyone deals with grief in different ways, and I hope that for those of you seeking a distraction this can help in some way. Please remember I love and appreciate you all :)

Taehyung has been matchmaking since the dawn of time, bringing souls together with their other half and inspiring love. But as time went on the joy he gained from his job and creating happiness for the humans began to fade, a wanting and desire welling up in him with each century that passed for something more, something unattainable, something he knew he wouldn’t ever have. Taehyung knew why he didn’t have a soulmate, and why he couldn’t ever experience love as the humans did. But then, he couldn’t seem to fathom… why didn’t you?

masterlist || prologue | next  — posted; 21.12.2017

The bell of the café you often frequented chimed as you entered, the door closing gently behind you as you slipped in and made a hurried beeline for the table in the corner. There were two people already seated and they jumped in fright as you threw yourself into the booth, hands gripping the table to stop yourself from sliding too far along the seat.

“Christ, y/n!” Rosé yelped, hand coming up to clutch at her chest. She shot you a wide-eyed look. “Don’t just pop up out of nowhere like that!”

You were slightly out of breath as you sat there, pointedly ignoring her words, “Good morning to you too, sunshine.”

“Why are you dressed like you’re on the run from the government?”

Your head whipped around at the sound of your other friend’s deep voice, meeting the amused gaze of one Min Yoongi.

Admittedly, you kind of were dressed like a half-assed fugitive, but you weren’t expecting to get called out on it so soon. Begrudgingly, you took off the cap and large shades you were sporting, glaring at your mint-haired friend, “It’s my new look.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, and tried to hide the small smile tugging his lips by taking a sudden sip of his coffee. You were glad he hadn’t probed further for the real reason you looked like some kind of truant, because honestly you’d be embarrassed to tell him.

You didn’t know whether you were going crazy or not, but it had all started a couple of weeks ago when you’d gone for a walk while waiting to pick Yoongi up from his late shift at the club. He was officially a bartender, but knew the manager well enough that he was often allowed to play his tracks and DJ on the odd occasion.

You’d arrived early, and gotten sick of waiting so had decided to go for a walk around that part of the city. It had been nice, you supposed— it was a lovely night and the river looked so much nicer when it was glimmering with the reflection of the city lights. You’d reached a courtyard, one you’d often come to with Yoongi and sometimes Rosé to have lunch, and stopped to admire the serenity of the scene at night. That was when you’d caught sight of him.

He had been absolutely stunning, almost ethereal as he entered the courtyard from your left with such a raw, powerfully magnetic aura you couldn’t do anything but stare on in awe. Everything about him drew you to him, and you couldn’t bring your gaze to part from his form. He almost seemed to glow in the dim light, and there was something about him that almost seemed to shimmer before your very eyes, like you were gazing upon a mirage instead of another human being.

You’d watched, unable to shift your gaze, as he strode forward, each step confident and assured, and stopped at the top of the stairs that marked the true entrance into the courtyard. For a moment he stood still, gaze falling on the opposite side of the courtyard, before suddenly he moved. You blinked, and it was only then you saw the intricate, carved bow in his hands. Through the foggy mixture of awe and curiosity sitting over your mind like fine mist, there was a distant pang of alarm. He had a bow.

This time when he moved you didn’t blink, and you saw as he lifted his hands and arrows— golden, with tips dipped in crimson—seemed to almost materialise in his grasp. The breath that had left you at the sight of him suddenly caught in your throat, alarm blaring like a foghorn in your mind and clearing the mist that had settled over your thoughts. A slight sense of panic welled in your chest as you watched, still unable to shift your gaze, as he nocked the arrows and drew—

A sharp gasp had torn from your throat as the arrows flew through the air and you were finally able to tear your gaze from the man to watch them, just in time to see them hit the chests of two women across the courtyard and disintegrate into fine crimson glitter upon impact. Shock, confusion, fear— you were drowning in a peculiar cocktail of it all as your gaze flew back to the man at the top of the stairs— but was he really just a man?

You had been rooted to the spot, mind urging you to run, to get away because this was new and scary and you had no idea how to respond to it, at all. Just as you’d found the will to move your leaden legs, the man shifted, head turning, and his gaze caught yours, and all at once you felt as though you’d been shocked. His eyes widened and electricity fizzled down your spine, the hairs on the back of your neck raising sharply. You stood there for a moment, frozen and locked in this man’s magnetic gaze, before finally your brain kicked back into gear and you regained control of your limbs.

You’d turned on your heel and ran. You hadn’t glanced back, but a glimpse as you turned told you he had remained where he stood, looking every bit as frozen as you’d felt just before.

Of course, after that, ‘confused’ hadn’t been enough to describe and properly articulate what you were feeling. You’d just seen a man, a beautiful man with the face and body of a greek god, materialise a bow and arrow out of thin air and shoot two women with it— except, when it hit them, it hadn’t pierced them. It had burst into a shower of crimson glitter upon contact and they looked like they hadn’t even realised. You didn’t know what aspect of the situation threw you for a loop the most.

That night had been alarming, but you would have been able to easily dismiss it as perhaps a fever dream, or a figment of your imagination. It wasn’t enough to have you sneaking around in broad daylight and dressing, as Yoongi had ever-so-flatteringly put it, like you were “on the run from the government”.

You would have been able to dismiss it, except that wasn’t the last time you saw the man with the magnetic aura and dangerous eyes. Ever since then, you’d been running into him by chance, catching sight of him from across the street, glimpsing him in malls and on the train. Perhaps you wouldn’t worry so much if each and every time his head didn’t whip around and he didn’t catch sight of you, too.

Despite the shock you’d always see on his face, you were… paranoid. Was he following you? Did you really see something you weren’t meant to see? What did you see? He’d always start, and move as though to come towards you, but you were quicker. If anything at this point you’d call yourself an escape artist. By the time he’d catch sight of you and it would register that he’d seen you, you were already well on your way out of there.

So, you’d resorted to this— a half-hearted disguise, in case he really was following you. Although, you admitted, it was pretty weak as far as disguises went. Just a cap and large sunglasses, and maybe a hoodie if the weather permitted it. You really needed to work a bit harder on it.

“Anyway, as I was saying before y/n showed up and nearly killed me,” Rosé sent you a mock-glare, and you responded with a shrug and a cheeky smile. “You guys remember how I applied at that company the other day, for the stylist position?”

You nodded, reaching for her drink and taking a sip before she noticed, “I don’t know why you didn’t just apply to be a trainee— your voice is lovely, Rosé, and you’re gorgeous.”

The raven-haired female smacked you on the arm, a pretty blush rising to her cheeks. “Shut up! And thank you, but I don’t think that’s the life for me.”

You shrugged, taking another sip as Yoongi spoke up, “You were saying? You applied at the company as a stylist?”

Rosé spun, beaming so brightly you wondered if everyone else felt like they were looking at the sun when they saw it too. “I got the job!” she burst, hands raising in excitement. “They called me this morning!”

You grinned, poking her arm. “That’s amazing, Rosie! I’m so proud of you!”

The girl beside you grinned so brightly she almost glowed, her voice high and coloured with excitement as she spoke, “Thanks, y/n! Oh, and guess what!”

You didn’t even have a chance to open your mouth and attempt to guess before she was excitedly gushing the answer, “I managed to get you a job too! They said they were looking for someone to work as an assistant for one of their models and asked if I knew anyone that would be interested, so I told them about you and after hearing it they were pretty much sold! They gave me this to give to you— you have a meeting with them at 10AM on Friday to sort out all the details!”

You could only blink in shock as she finished with a squeal, taking your hands in hers and moving about. Distantly, you heard Yoongi snickering at what was no doubt a dumbfounded expression on your face.

“Isn’t this great, y/n?” Rosé crowed, warm brown eyes glimmering with happiness at the fact that she’d done something to help her best friend. “You won’t have to struggle with interviews and placements anymore!”

The significance of what she was saying finally caught up to you. Belatedly, a gasp tore from your throat that had Yoongi laughing louder. “You got me a job!”

Rosé nodded, and you abruptly launched yourself at her, bringing her into your arms and making dramatic wailing noises. “Rosie! You got me a job! God, I love you!”

She giggled, her own slim arms coming to wrap around you, a hand patting your back. “I know you do, and you’re welcome.” She pulled back, her hands finding your shoulders as he expression grew solemn and she stared you down. “I’m the one that recommended you, so don’t screw this up or they’ll be on my ass.”

You gave a light snort, rolling your yes playfully but you nodded nonetheless. “Please, Rosie, I’m an angel.”

Yoongi snorted and you decided to be the better person and ignore him. That is, until he opened his mouth, “I, and many other people you know, would beg to differ.”

“Shut up Min Yoongles,” you retorted, nailing him with a half-hearted dirty look. “You wouldn’t know an angel if it flew over and smacked you in the face.”

The mint-haired male shot you a smile that you could only describe as knowing before he hid it once more by taking a prompt sip of his coffee. Suddenly perplexed as to why Yoongi had adopted a look like he knew something you didn’t, you opened your mouth to grill him about it when the sound of Rosé’s soft laughter greeted your ears.

“Ah, it’s good to know no matter how long we go without seeing you you’ll never change,” she hummed, looping her arm through yours. She straightened suddenly, turning to you with wide eyes. “Oh right! Don’t forget y/n, the three of us have a date tonight!”

At your look of confusion she gasped, affronted, and Yoongi snickered. His deep tone reached your ears, voice playful, “Don’t tell me you forgot, y/n.”

You made a face at him and Rosé groaned. She smacked your arm, eliciting a sharp yelp from you as she spoke, “y/n, you idiot, tonight is the night Yoongi has a gig at that high-end club in the city. We said we were going to go there and support him…?”

Recognition sparked somewhere in the back of your mind as you remembered. You felt a little guilty for forgetting, especially since it was pretty significant— this would be the first time Yoongi was performing somewhere that wasn’t his own workplace. Yet, at the same time…

You narrowed your eyes at the raven-haired girl by your side. “Support him? You mean you’re going there to prowl for some fresh di—”

“y/n!” Rosé yelped, cheeks flushing sheepishly as she whipped her head around to make sure no one in the café heard you.

“—all the while leaving me alone and awkward at the bar to drink my sorrows away?” you finished, raising an eyebrow at her.

Yoongi laughed, nearly choking on his drink, at the borderline mortified look on your friend’s face. “Listen, just because both of you are literal hermits,” Rosé hissed, pinning you both with a dirty look. You tried not to laugh, you really did. “Doesn’t mean I can’t go out and enjoy myself if I want. And you know what? It’s true, the crowd at the other place is getting old—”

A strangled noise escaped you as you tried not to burst into laughter. Yoongi grinned at the bristling raven-haired girl, “You really mean there’s no dick there you haven’t already tried—OW!”

Rosé threw the spoon by her hand at him and it made a satisfying noise as it connected with his forehead. The action made you break, laughter tumbling from your lips. Rosé reached and picked up the spoon from where it landed on the table after bouncing off Yoongi’s forehead and proceeded to hit you with it, crying out, “Shut up! Oh my god I hate you both!”

Eventually your laughter calmed down and Rosé’s violent spell dispersed, and your little weekly get-together proceeded as it usually would, the three of you filling each other in on the latest gossip you’d gathered over the past seven days since you’d gotten together last. You saw each other briefly before now, of course, but it was almost a ritual that you would gather of a Monday morning and cleanse yourselves with some good bitching and impromptu therapy for the week ahead. Usually, you left feeling lighter than ever after spilling your guts, but today… today you left feeling just as troubled as you did walking in.

You hadn’t mustered the courage to tell your best friends about what had been bothering you, the irrational fear of them labelling you as crazy inhibiting you from allowing all your fears and worries to gush forth. You knew, of course, they’d never judge you, they’d support you, and yet… you hadn’t been able to force the words from where they sat at the tip of your tongue.

Perhaps there was a reason, you pondered. Maybe you were making the whole thing out to be a bigger deal than it really was. Maybe, subconsciously, you knew it would be a ridiculous thing to confess to your friends— that you’d seen someone in the dead of night shoot two women with a bow and arrows made of gold that exploded into a shimmering show of glitter, and that ever since then you’d been seeing him everywhere you went. It had been late at night, you’d been tired, and pretty stressed lately—perhaps it was all a hallucination? A vivid dream conjured by your imagination that seeped a little too much into reality?

For the sake of your own sanity as you exited the café and went on your way to complete your errands for the day, you decided to dismiss it as just that. You didn’t want to be running around in the shadows anymore, paranoid every time you turned a corner that the man from that night would be there. It was a dream, you affirmed. It had to be— especially since no one on this earth could possibly be as beautiful in real life as that man had been.

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With a certain amount of flair that only he could possess, Taehyung threw the final ingredient into the carved, deep bowl on a stand before him and snapped his fingers. At once the contents were set alight and flames, cerulean and white, licked at the gleaming precious metal of the bowl while the ingredients— petals, leaves, a coin, a small piece of parchment— burned to ashes. The flame remained strong in the bowl, and Taehyung whispered the name of the being he wished to summon in a low baritone that echoed eerily off the walls with the power thrumming through his veins. His eyes slid closed as he waited for the tell-tale sound of their arrival.

There was a flutter, air rushing against him like a gentle breeze that caused the flame in the bowl to flicker and sway, and a loud curse filled the air, “Shit, Taehyung, again?”

The male in question turned on his heel, a bright smile pulling shapely lips. “Jiminie!” he beamed, pleasant chocolate orbs swirling as he greeted the disgruntled figure standing by the window. “You came!”

It was a male of short yet powerful stature, eyes dark and warm as they swept over the room before falling over Taehyung. He folded his arms and tilted his head, windswept raven locks falling over his forehead as he pinned the younger with a pointed look. He licked his plump, pink lips before he spoke, voice light and melodic as it graced the air, “Well, yeah. You summoned me, dumbass.”

Taehyung grinned, waving his hand in a sweeping gesture so that the blue flames still licking at the bowl beside him flickered and went out completely. No longer bound, the shorter male’s form visibly relaxed. “That’s true, but you can always resist the call.”

Jimin stepped forward, rolling his eyes, but his expression softened slightly as his dark gaze moved to meet that of the younger. “Whatever, Tae. Is there a reason you called me this time, or are you interrupting my day for fun again?”

Taehyung’s eyes widened innocently, large hand pressing to his chest in mock offense. “Of course there is a reason! I need you to do something for me.”

The male sighed, snapping his fingers and falling back onto the lavish couch that appeared behind him, bringing the cocktail that appeared in his hand to his mouth for a resigned sip, striped straw pressing between plush lips. “Of course you do. What is it this time, brother?”

The ashen-haired male shifted, resting his hip against the desk and sending the older male a look that bordered on pleading. “I need you to find out information on someone for me.”

A dark brow rose, surprise filtering over his pleasant features. “Information on someone? A human?”

Taehyung nodded, arms folding over his chest as he mentally prepared himself should his brother choose to tease him with the material he’d just given him. To his surprise, the raven-haired male just shrugged, letting out a soft ‘huh’ as he sent him a curious look.

“Why do you need information on a human?” he queried, dark eyes sparkling with something akin to mischief as he pinned the other with a playful look. “Don’t tell me you’ve gotten into trouble with someone in the human world again.”

Shaking his head frivolously, Taehyung brought his hands together, pleasant chocolate eyes pleading. “I didn’t! Please, Jiminie, can you do this for me? There’s something I need to figure out.”

Jimin shot him an odd look, but let out a sigh nonetheless, taking another resigned sip of his drink. “Fine, I’ll see what I can find. Who is this human I’m looking for, what’s their name?”

The ashen-haired male beamed gratefully at him, “Thanks, Jimin-ah!” he grinned, before a sheepish expression washed over his pleasant features. “And, uh, well… it’s a girl. Um…”

When he didn’t continue further, a look that was a curious cross between knowing and disbelief graced Jimin’s face as he sputtered on his drink. “You called me here to find information on someone and you don’t even know their name?” he scoffed lightly, eyes slightly scolding as they met Taehyung’s own. “I’m no miracle worker, Taehyung. We both know that’s not one of my responsibilities.”

Jimin’s expression soured as his thoughts turned to the person in question, muttering something along the lines of, “If that brat doesn’t call me back soon it’ll be a miracle he doesn’t get his ass beat” under his breath. Taehyung fought a smile, hoping their brother was smart enough to respond to Jimin before he came after him and tore him a new one for ignoring him.

He didn’t speak, instead sending the older male a pleading look, begging him with wide eyes. Jimin sighed, acquiescing not for the first time to those puppy eyes he was so susceptible to. “Fine! Just, give me something to go off— what does she look like? What bonds did she have? What did her soul feel like?”

Taehyung’s grin fell at the first two questions, “I, uh… I didn’t see.”

Jimin gaped, looking ready to pop a blood vessel. “You didn’t see her bonds? Taehyung, how could you not see the strings stemming from her very being— that’s one of your gifts!”

A hand came up to rub the back of his neck as he offered a sheepish look. “I was looking, but she was gone so quick I didn’t have time to see them,” he said, words rushing. “But I kind of remember how she looked.”

Jimin took a large sip of his drink, swirling the contents in the glass to soothe the nerves thrumming with frustration. “Oh, good. What did she look like, then?”

Taehyung shifted his weight from one foot to the other. The sheer look of relief in his brother’s eyes almost made him regret what he was going to answer with. “…Beautiful,” he mumbled, moving his gaze aside so he wouldn’t see the drop in the raven-haired male’s face.

“Taehyung,” Jimin said seriously, glaring at him. “I’m going to murder you if you ever make me do something like this again. Is there nothing you can give me that will actually help? There are literally thousands of humans in this city!”

The younger offered an apologetic look, before closing his eyes and trying to remember what he could. “Her soul… it was warm, and strong— it’s not like any human soul I’ve ever seen before. I could feel it from across the courtyard; it was like it was pulling me towards her.” He opened his eyes, giving Jimin the rest of the information he could, “It was very bright, every time I’ve glimpsed her since then she has stood out from those around her. She’s quick though, always gone before I can commit it to memory and get a good enough read to be able to find her myself.”

“I see her most on the other side of town,” he added thoughtfully after a moment. “She must live in the southern suburbs.”

When he returned his gaze to his brother, he looked perplexed, but curiosity had sparked in his dark eyes. “Huh,” was all the response he got, the older gazing at him intensely for a moment longer before he stood promptly. Taehyung’s eyes followed him as he waved the lounge away and moved back over to the open window, drink still in hand.

“Well, now that I have the tiniest bit of something to go off, rather than nothing at all, I shall be off. Don’t summon me for a while,” he said, delivering the younger with a pointed look. “If you summon me before I’m ready I will beat you up— and if you see that brat, tell him to respond to me or I’ll beat him up too.”

Taehyung nodded, holding his hands up to show his cooperation. He offered a bright beam, “Thanks again, Jiminie.”

Jimin grumbled, raven hair shifting in the soft breeze from the window, “Yeah, whatever. Don’t thank me yet.”

Then Taehyung blinked and he was gone with a flutter and soft gush of wind, sunlight filtering through the open window and bathing the floor golden where he’d just stood. He allowed himself a soft chuckle now that it was safe to do so without the danger of Jimin throttling him, and began packing the carved bowl and its contents away neatly in the cupboard by his desk. He brought a key from his pocket and locked it, mind still on the contents of the conversation he’d just had.

He had been worried Jimin wouldn’t help him—his brother was in a position where he could easily find out anything he wanted about any one human, but with the amount of information Taehyung had—or rather the amount he didn’t have— even for him it would no doubt be a difficult task. He bit his lip as his thoughts went back further, to the reason he’d summoned his brother in the first place.

That girl… Taehyung hadn’t been entirely honest when he’d been speaking to Jimin. When he first saw her that night in the courtyard, he had glimpsed her with his Sight, and he had seen her bonds. But something perplexed him still, something he didn’t want to admit to Jimin yet because he himself didn’t understand it.

From her heart that girl had many rosy strings, something that signified healthy friendships, and several thicker strings of the same colour, something that signified healthy close friendships. These weren’t unusual— almost every human had friends, acquaintances and friends that were so close they were almost like family, just as every human had a soulmate. But when he had glimpsed at this girl, something had been missing, something that by no means possible should have been absent.

When he’d looked at this girl, there had been no telling, faint cord, realised or otherwise, that he was so used to seeing. There had been nothing. What he didn’t think was ever possible, was suddenly standing right in front of him.

When he’d looked at this girl, he hadn’t seen the string of a soulmate.

And Taehyung wanted to know why.

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The booming bass of one of Yoongi’s harder tracks reverberated off the walls of the club and through your very being, the air thick and heady with the scent and sweat and lust. Already you felt hotter than you had before, your form-fitting clothes sticking that bit closer to your skin, the hair brushing your neck creating a pocket of warmth against your flesh. The dimness of the large room was broken by the globes that cast harsh, saturated colours across the dancefloor, the areas they didn’t touch lit in a violet glow. Already you were noticing just how starkly different this club was to the one you usually frequented to see Yoongi, expensive entry fee aside.

You’d wormed through the sweaty, mingling forms to reach the bar on the other side of the room as soon as you’d entered, Rosé hot on your tail, but the second your ass touched the seat she was off— just like you’d predicted. You didn’t really mind that much, but you weren’t looking forward to cleaning up the mess your best friend tended to become after nights like these spent with the wrong men. It was her choice, you couldn’t stop her, but sometimes you wished she didn’t keep walking back into the same scenario over and over again.

Yoongi had already been playing for an hour or so before you got there with Rosé, and from what you could tell the crowd was loving it. You could see him from where you were situated at the bar, and your chest swelled with pride as you watched him bounce with the beat, a gummy grin shifting his features. The night was going well for him and you couldn’t be any happier.

After deciding earlier in the day not to worry about the ‘problem’ that had been plaguing you all week, you felt lighter, like a great weight had been lifted from your shoulders. You wondered why you even got so worked up in the first place— did you really think you’d been seeing the man from your dream all over the place? You hadn’t so much as glimpsed him all day, only further cementing your suspicion that you’d been overly paranoid about the whole thing this whole time. You weren’t worried anymore, in fact you’d been on top of the world for the rest of the day, and had been looking forward to coming here as a sort of celebration for liberation from your own paranoia. Anticipation swirled in your gut, a prominent feeling that something good was going to happen tonight, something important. While you tried not to pay it too much mind, it definitely contributed to your current disposition.

However, as much as you rejoiced the good feelings running your mood right now, there was still a part of you that wondered— if it was just a dream, then why did you remember it so vividly? How was it you remembered his features so precisely that you thought you recognised him on the street? Even as you sat there, sipping the sweet drink in your hand, there was a part of you that feared maybe you had been right to be paranoid, and that any second now you were going to glimpse the beautiful man again.

It was a part that, with the aid of the drink in your grasp and the thrumming atmosphere around you, was easily snuffed out. You weren’t here to worry, you were here to enjoy yourself— even if that meant sitting to the side and watching your own friends have fun instead of you. If they were happy, then you were happy.

Hours passed with ease, and by the time it was nearing the end of Yoongi’s gig you’d downed perhaps one too many colourful drinks yet somehow managed to remain surprisingly sober— although your gross motor skills might beg to differ. You’d received a text from Rosé not too long ago to meet her at the door in fifteen minutes, and you decided in the meanwhile to enjoy the remaining time you had since you probably wouldn’t be going out like this again for a while. The feeling in your tummy had remained throughout the night, only seeming to grow stronger as time wore on. You ignored it.

Sipping the most recent drink you’d ordered—a deliciously sweet, swirling rosy cocktail that tasted like raspberry and vanilla on your tongue— you gazed over to the remaining large mass of bodies shifting and moving over the dancefloor, before your gaze moved over the rest of the establishment. You’d taken it in before, but it still awed you to an extent. Large, glittering orbs hung from the sweeping, high ceiling, and the already large room was skirted further by a second-story balcony that lead to more highly-coveted parts of the club beyond your sight. You allowed your gaze to flicker over the faces you could see with a mild sense of curiosity, a thought brushing the back of your mind as an idle reminder that you’d have to move soon.

Your eyes swept over the people mingling on the top balcony, only straying to glimpse at the glass ornaments that reflected the strobe lights and glimmered, shaking with the bass of the beat as it boomed through the speakers. Your gaze quickly returned to the people on the balconies, and you resumed your observation when you froze. Your heart skipped several beats, your blood freezing in your veins as recognition swept over you and caught your breath in your throat.

No, your mind, sluggish with intoxication, suddenly kicked into motion. It’s not possible, it isn’t him.

The man that had caused a cold flush of fear to wash over your body stood on the balcony furthest from the door. His tall form, fitted in a silken silver shirt and black slacks that accentuated his long legs and broad shoulders, leant enticingly against the metal railing. His back was to you, attention captured by the beautiful brunette before him, his ashen hair glowing multicolour beneath the strobing lights. The sight of him sent a jolt down your spine, a funny feeling shooting from your heart to mix with the sensation that had been present in your stomach all night. You fought the slight fear rising within you, the instinctive reaction that had taken a hold of you at the sudden stimulus and reaction, and tried to reason with yourself. You’d come to terms with the fact the whole thing had been a dream just today— this was a wild coincidence, someone who looked eerily like him. You hadn’t even seen his face, there was absolutely no way it could be—

Before you could even finish that train of thought the male beneath your gaze jolted, spine stiffening, and he turned. Your denial died in your throat as the very eyes that had fallen upon you that night now kept you trapped in their dark, magnetising gaze once more. You watched as shock spread across his face, a familiar sight by this point, and all at once you were suddenly aware you were in the same building as the man you’d been running from this entire time. You couldn’t tear your eyes away, but your mind was urging you to run once more, just as it had when you’d seen him draw his bow and fire at two women right before you.

Without thinking, your eyes flickered to the door where it stood on the other side of the mingling mass of people on the dancefloor, and when you looked back and realised your mistake it was too late. A look of realisation overcame his beautiful features and you knew then if you didn’t bolt now then this time he would most certainly catch you before you could get away. You wrenched yourself from your seat, and before you tore your eyes from his alluring form you saw him jolt, something that sent a spike of alarm down your spine.

You darted towards the crowd on the dancefloor, eyes trying to find the easiest path through as you weaved in and out of dancing forms oblivious to your current situation and panic. You wanted to push them aside, almost desperate to make it to the door, but amongst the blaring music and shifting bodies you could hardly make a path for yourself. Somehow in your journey for the front of the establishment, you’d been jostled and bumped, guided to the side of the dancefloor— closer to where you wanted to be yet so far away. You were closer to the corner of the room than you were to the open dancefloor and where you needed to be. Panicked, you knew you were running out of time as you moved to dart back towards the door before a voice reached your ears through the heavy, booming bass and froze you in your tracks.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

It was a smooth baritone, a tone so deep and powerful, so utterly commanding of attention you could hear it clearly through the music, as though it was being whispered right against your ear. Your body spun, like it was acting on a will of its own, and your breath caught in your throat at the sight of the man you’d been running from suddenly so close, so magnetic and so absolutely breathtaking before your very eyes. Your thoughts ceased as he stepped closer and through the intoxicated haze sitting like fine mist over your mind, you registered the peculiar scent of ylang-ylang, caramel, and something inexplicably warm that sent a shiver down your spine and a spike of exhilaration to join the swirling cocktail of emotion in the pit of your stomach.

You could hardly force the words you wanted to say from your mouth, could hardly think. Your tone shook as the words fell from your mouth unwittingly, “It’s y-you.”

He was beautiful, strikingly so and in a sense that you could hardly describe the sight of him as anything but ethereal. His eyes, warm and doe-like and framed by long lashes, held your gaze with such intensity and drew you in with such ease that you could feel your cheeks heating. He smiled, shapely lips curving into a smile that was decidedly sinful.

“Yes, me. You’ve been doing a good job of running away up until now, haven’t you?” he murmured, eyes keeping you trapped in place as he stepped forward. Something in you called for him, urged you to reach and touch him, and it terrified you. “But now that I finally have you here, there are some things I want to know.”

You couldn’t speak, could hardly breathe as he raised a hand and his fingertips brushed against your cheek in the softest, most tantalising of touches. A jolt of electricity sparked down your spine, setting your skin alight, and your senses returned to you all at once. You jerked back, taking two firm steps away but unable to make yourself take any more— he still held you in his gaze, after all.

Words gushed forth before you could stop them, a defence mechanism to compensate for how helpless you felt. “I don’t think I’m obliged to tell the person I saw shooting people with a bow and arrow in the dead of night anything,” you defied somewhat shakily, fist clenching as you tried to muster the will to step further away.

The man’s gaze swept over your body in a once-over that left a flash of heat flushing over your skin. His head tilted, ashen hair tickling his cheekbones and his single, long, glittering earring swaying with the movement of his head as an intrigued expression graced his almost angelic features. “Cute,” the sound of his deep voice caressing the word, in reference to you, sent a shiver down the length of your neck and spine. “I want to know, sweetheart, what’s your name?”

The longer you were in his presence the deeper you were drawn into him, yet the more awareness returned to you. You managed another step back, and he followed you with ease. You hardly registered the club, the dancing bodies or the booming music around you as his gaze burned into yours and you sobered more. “No,” you said, less of a waver in your tone. His eyebrows rose, and you took another step back, and another. “I’m not telling you.”

Something glinted in his eyes, sparked to life at the challenge you were presenting, and he took a step closer. You took another two back. Before he even managed to open his mouth, there was a loud call from behind you, high tone just barely reaching you over the music and causing cold dread to flush over you.

“y/n, come on! Let’s go!”

You stiffened, a muted sense of horror filling you as you saw the man’s face light in realisation, eyes darting between you and something behind you as he connected the information he’d received.

Realising you now had an opportunity, you used his momentary distraction to spin on your heels and bolt for the door. You had better luck creating a path now, and before you knew it you were by the door, rushing by a smiling Rosé who gave a surprised yelp when you pulled her out with you.

You moved as far away as you could, ignoring the somewhat slurred protests and questions Rosé was throwing at you as you dragged her along. Your mind was struggling, whirring as fast as it could with the remnants of your drinks hindering it. The image of the man was burnt so clearly into your mind’s eye, you were struggling to remain in denial. You wanted to go back to an hour ago, when you’d been so sure that he’d just been an image your mind had conjured while you slept. But with the scent of him still present in your nose, the feel of him a memory clinging to your skin, you couldn’t— you couldn’t delude yourself any longer.

The man you saw that night was real. He knew you saw him, and now he knew your name. a prominent feeling in your gut told you this wouldn’t be the last time you saw him.

And nothing alarmed you more.

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[likeabulletyoucanhurtme]

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? No, I'm not gay. But also, I don't think his wife would be too impressed either. itsmeetingthemanofmydreamsandthenmeetinghisbeautifulwife 2. You talked to an ex today, correct? Wrong! 3. Have you taken someones virginity? Nope. 4. Is trust a big issue for you? Romantically, it will be now. donttrustahoeneveratrustahoewonttrustahoe 5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? I haven't hung around with anyone recently 6. What are you excited for? Concerts coming back after the rona thisshitwillfuckyouup 7. What happened tonight? Scotland drew with england and now I'm drinking and watching Bob Ross painting because it taped as a suggestion and all your memes make it sound interesting. throwawayyourtelevisiontakethenooseofyourambition 8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? No, that seems a very sexist comment. Girls have every right to get as wasted as they want. I myself have been horribly wasted before and don't judge others for it. causeimprettyfuckingwastedidrunksogoddamnmuchthaticantfeelmyfaceyeah 9. Is confidence cute? As long as it's warranted. 10. What is the last beverage you had? Lidl Cola imnotbyyoursideimnottakingtimeyoudeserveeverythingyouvegot 11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? 8 (six of those are family members tho) 12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? Never have and never will. 13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? Watch more TV. Or the next film on my list. Or play GTA3. saturdaynightifeeltheairisgettinghotlikeyoubaby 14. What are you going to spend money on next? Chocolate 15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? Not anymore :) sokissmehardcausethisllbethelasttimethatiletyou 16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? I highly doubt it andillbethiswayforever 17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything Depends about what. I can talk to my mum about most things, but not all obviously 18. The last time you felt broken? December causeimbrokenwhenimlonesomeandidontfeellikeiamstrongenough 19. Have you had sex today? Nope 20. Are you starting to realize anything? Nah, I realized it all quite a while ago. 21. Are you in a good mood? Kinda? I'm not in a bad mood. I was in a good mood yesterday an.. Nah. Fuck it. Yes, I am in a good mood. (I realise I could've just put yes but I thought it was important to note the point where I fought against West Of Scotland stoicism and decided to acknowledge some positivity). 22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? Nah. And they should be left alone and not dragged about for our pleasure. iftheseawaswarmwouldsharksbemorefriendly 23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? Yeah 24. What do you want right this second? A large amount of money, or chocolate. 25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? I'm not currently liking anyone right now so meh. 26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? Yeah. Including the grey. Might dye it at some point soon for shits and giggles. imstartingtothinkthisisntititisntallitscrackeduptobe 27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? I've done that twice. It obviously didn't work out. Maybe I should try? 28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? A meme on facebook asking if the earth was round, why the bottom of your shoes are flat instead of curved. It had a picture of a curved shoe. It's more of a visual joke. 29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? Not really. I miss the closeness I had with some people, but I've come to terms with it. 30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? idk. I give people more chances than they deserve and I probably shouldn't. 31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? Nope. I try not to talk to people I hate. 32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? I don't even know I have feelings for them, so I doubt they know. 33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? Quite obviously

not. 34. Listening to? Transplant. It's a medical drama that taped on TV five months ago. 35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? I don't have a pencil. I rarely write in pen anymore. 36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? Nope. And I don't want to. 37. Do you believe in love at first sight? No. That's lust. Love takes time. 38. Who did you last call? Voicemail, and before that my mum. telephonelinesawaydeathontheendandimscreaming 39. Who was the last person you danced with? The last time I danced I did 5,6,7,8 by myself in the middle of a bar in Glasgow because it was on the jukebox. I called them all miserable bastards for not joining in 40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? Because I was in a relationship with them at the time and I felt like it. 41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? 10th of June. 42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? I haven't seen them for four days 43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? Consistently. My memory doesn't plague me with these instances while I'm trying to sleep though, I just have a vague general feeling that I'm an embarrassment. 44. Do you tan in the nude? I avoid sunbathing and tanning. 45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? Yeah. I mean I enjoyed it at the time, but she's now my ex so she didn't deserve it. 46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? Nope. 47. Who was the last person to call you? An employment agency. 48. Do you sing in the shower? No. I think of conversations I will never have or the story that I've got writers block with. 49. Do you dance in the car? No. I look out the window and watch the scenery 50. Ever used a bow and arrow? Nope. 51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? Maybe when I was a baby imnotapictureperfectportraitbutiamworkingonit 52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? Yes. Because they are. Apart from Cannibal The Musical. 53. Is Christmas stressful? Undoubtedly so. sotelltheworldletsbuysomepeaceandquietforachangebeforewespenditallonfuckingtoys 54. Ever eat a pierogi? Wikipedia tells me they are filled dumplings, so I probably would if I got a chance 55. Favorite type of fruit pie? Apple. 56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? Astronaut. That was about it I think. 57. Do you believe in ghosts? No, I don't. imaginelivinglikeakingsomedayasinglenightwithoutaghostinthewalls 58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? Not that I can remember. 59. Take a vitamin daily? Nope. 60. Wear slippers? Yes. Star Wars ones. 61. Wear a bath robe? Sometimes. It's called a dressing gown though. 62. What do you wear to bed? Nothing. 63. First concert? The Beautiful South, 24yrs ago. whenyoursockssmellofangelsbutyourlifesmellsofbriedontmarryherfuckme 64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? Lidl 65. Nike or Adidas? Converse 66. Cheetos Or Fritos? Pringles 67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? Raisins 68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? Clean. raincamefallingdownwheniwasdrowningthatswhenicouldfinallybreathe 69. Ever take dance lessons? Never! I have two right feet. It's like having two left feet, only worse because it's also out of place as well as just generally bad dancing. 70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? Nah, why would I care about that? 71. Can you curl your tongue? I can't even extend my tongue far outside of my mouth. 72. Ever won a spelling bee? I've never entered a spelling bee. 73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? No I have not. 74. What is your favorite book? It used to be either HitcHikers Guide To The Galaxy or Reaper Man. SQUEAKsaidthedeathofrats 75. Do you study better with or without music? Without. If I have music on then that will distract me too much and I'll listen more than study. 76. Regularly burn incense? Nope. 77. Ever been in love? Maybe. I thought I have been several times. I said I was. 78. Who would you like to see in concert? AFI, Green Day, I Set My Friends On Fire, Kesha, The Killers, Lady Gaga, System Of A Down, Tenacious D, While She Sleeps 79. What was the

last concert you saw? Twin Atlantic makeabeastofmyselftokillthemall 80. Hot tea or cold tea? Hot, if it has to be any at all. 81. Tea or coffee? Irn Bru 82. Favorite type of cookie? Millie's 83. Can you swim well? I can swim in a pool but I can't tread water or breath very well whilst swimming so open water would not be good for me. 84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? Yeah. 85. Are you patient? I can be. 86. DJ or band, at a wedding? DJ, and my playlist of 6625 songs on itunes 87. Ever won a contest? Nah. I don't enter contests. 88. Ever have plastic surgery? Nope. 89. Which are better black or green olives? Tomatoes. 90. Opinions on sex before marriage? Have as much as you can with as many consenting partners as you wish 91. Best room for a fireplace? The living room? 92. Do you want to get married It's an archaic institution and puts too much stress and debt on one day for very little benefit that I can see.

[rorykillmore]

okay so i’ve also been working on ANOTHER thing that, thus far, has taken a backseat to my christmas fics, but i think now i’m as happy with it as i’m gonna be so. idk. this is basically just the result of me being salty about arrow (constant fandom mood) and black siren and the total lack of lance sister interaction.

special shoutout to @larkspear bc their character thoughts and the discussions we’ve had helped. we have a lot of fun rp stuff for these two planned but i wanted to do, like, a canon set fix-it thing for them too because my spite is JUST that real.

so this is set idk sometime after the crossover, in an au where sara stayed in star city for awhile and team arrow has black siren under lock and key again and thus gets Busted

“They aren’t going to let me out of here.”

“I wasn’t exactly planning on asking Oliver for permission.”

“You didn’t tell me.” 

Sara doesn’t usually yell when she’s angry. A cold shoulder’s a more effective approach, she usually finds -- or at least easier for her, easier to shut down what she’s feeling and keep it safely out of other people’s reach.

“None of you fucking told me.” But now? Now she’s practically seething.

“Sweetheart --” Her father begins, and he sounds tired, but Sara is bristling too much to care and he gets cut off anyway as Oliver (predictably) steps forward to take the heat. 

“I asked him not to, Sara.” He barely flinches when she turns a fierce gaze on him. “Because I knew you would come here and do this, and from what I understand, your... team has enough to deal with right now. Don’t get distracted.”

“We were gonna tell you. I swear to god, I would never have kept this from you forever,” Quentin manages to get that in before Sara can decide on the best way to kill Oliver with her bare hands. “But better for you to know once we had the situation handled. I didn’t want you to see her like this.”

He puts a hand on her shoulder, and Sara just barely refrains from shrugging him off.  Laurel - her Laurel, anyway - hadn’t given up on her when she’d been some damaged killer fresh out of the League of Assassins, or when she’d been without a soul, so whatever this is? Sara thinks she can handle it.

“Look, Sara -- you haven’t met her. You don’t get it,”  Felicity tries almost plaintively. “She’s -- she’s not Laurel. Not really. Not like we knew her.”

She feels her father’s hand tense, but he doesn’t say anything. For her own part, she doesn’t quite manage his level of restraint. “Do you even know this Laurel at all?” Sara flashes an angry look from Felicity to Oliver.  “Either of you -- did you even try? Because I don’t remember you being all that good at listening to our Laurel when she was alive.”

Felicity looks hurt, and even Oliver grimaces this time, but Sara can’t bring herself to care. She’s too angry about them keeping this from her -- and maybe, maybe it isn’t fair, but maybe a part of them hasn’t forgiven them for that year she was dead. The one when Laurel grieved and suffered alone. Mostly, she knows, if it hadn’t been for Nyssa.

“She’s dangerous,” Oliver presses on. “If you let this cloud your judgment and give her the benefit of the doubt, she will take advantage of you. Believe me.”

He seems to think he’s speaking from experience, but Sara can’t say she has much faith that he handled any attempt he might have made at reaching out to the other Laurel particularly well.

Besides that --

There’s no universe out there where Laurel is a condemnable, irredeemable person. Sara knows - knew - who she was at the very core of her person, and it just isn’t possible.

She turns to Quentin, not quite able to lash out at him with that same anger once she sees the pained look in his eyes. He’s lost enough already. She won’t let it happen again.  “Where is she?”

She feels more than sees everyone in the room hesitate.

“We’ve got her in a cell that dampens her powers,” Quentin admits finally.  “She’s a metahuman, this version of her. But we -- it’s temporary. We can’t keep her here forever.”

“STAR labs can take her again.” Felicity clears her throat unhappily. “At least until we --”

“I want to see her,” Sara interrupts, because she’ll stop trusting herself if she lets Felicity finish that thought. 

“Sara --”

“Now.”

They know well enough to leave her to it, though Oliver looks less than happy about it. His problem. Sara forgets about it almost as soon as she enters the room with the cell, because there’s -- there’s Laurel.

She wears her hair different, swept to one side in a way that her Laurel would’ve fussed with, and there’s a look in her eyes that’s grim and haunted in a way that feels unfamiliar, but it’s still --

Laurel looks up, meets Sara’s gaze, and goes utterly still. Something in the way she pales a little, or how her expression falters just for a moment, reminds Sara of someone finding themselves face to face with a ghost.

All things considered, she can’t imagine her own expression is much different.

“Well,” Laurel drawls, a second too belated to be entirely convincing. “I see they’ve brought in the cavalry.”

Sara’s not sure if she’s aware, because most people probably wouldn’t be able to tell just from the little shifts in her expression , but she looks utterly miserable. She wonders if Laurel thinks they sent her in here just to torment her.

She steels herself and approaches the cage. 

“I’m sorry,” she starts quietly, not sure what else to say. “They didn’t... tell me about you. Or I would’ve been here sooner.”

“Would you?” Laurel tries to sound disinterested, but her gaze never leaves Sara. “I’ve heard you have very important things to do, these days.”

Nothing in any universe is more important to her than her sister, but Sara doesn’t say that. Instead, she tries for something lighter. “I mean, you know. There’s some kind of all-powerful demonic bullshit threatening the universe, at the moment, but it can wait.”

Laurel looks faintly surprised, and then almost for a moment like she wants to smile, but then she catches herself.  “Well, whatever you’re looking for, you won’t find it here. I’ve already heard all the pep talks.”

“Good thing I suck at those, then.” Beneath her easy banter, Sara feels strangely hollowed out.  She tries not to let it show, but if she’s not having a hard time reading Laurel, she doesn’t imagine Laurel’s having a hard time reading her. Then again, it’s hard to say for sure. Maybe her relationship with her sister was... completely different. All Sara really knows about that is that her family’s dead now (Quentin had been kind enough to give her that heads up).

“So what do you want?” Laurel’s voice is starting to sound a little strained. “Did they send you in here to get something out of me, or are you just here to torture yourself?”

Sara hesitates, because there’s no denying that this does hurt, in a way she can’t really articulate. But it wouldn’t be fair to assume that it doesn’t hurt Laurel just as much, if not more -- does she even have anything left?  “...Do you want me to go?”

Laurel opens her mouth to say something, then swallows in a way that looks almost painful. No response comes after that.

“I mean -- I’m not gonna just leave you here,” Sara clarifies, in case that’s what she’s deliberating over.  “I’ll just -- I’ll talk to Dad, or --”  The rest of her words catch in her throat as she realizes what she’s said. There’s a choked pause, but Laurel doesn’t seem to want to linger on it.

“They aren’t going to let me out of here.”

“I wasn’t exactly planning on asking Oliver for permission.” Sara tilts her head, a touch defiant in spite of everything. Laurel blinks at her, hesitating like someone who suspects they’re being baited into a trap.

“But why would you --”  Laurel seems to struggle with this sentiment, and Sara’s heart aches for her. “I’m --”

“You’re Laurel.”  And she is, unquestionably. Sara can’t understand how anyone would doubt it.  

Her sister - not the Laurel she knew, who was irreplaceable in every way that it’s possible to be, but still her sister - grips the bars of the cage a little too tightly, her eyes a little brighter, a little more teary.  “I’m not -- who you want me to be,” she says, like it’s a question Sara’s asked, and she sounds  just a little broken. “I’m not good, like she was. You’re just going to be disappointed.”

The sentiment only makes her seem more achingly familiar. Because the thing not many people knew about the Laurel of this Earth - the worst thing - was that she never thought she was worth very much, either. Sara can still remember that Laurel standing in Thea’s club with those same tears in her eyes and begging Sara not to hate her.

As if Sara ever could.

She reaches out, pries one of Laurel’s hands away from the bars, and holds it carefully. “Speaking as the resident family disappointment of this Earth, you’ve got your work cut out for you.”

Laurel makes a choked noise that’s almost a laugh, and holds onto her a little more tightly than Sara would’ve expected her to. It makes her even more conscious of the reality of the situation:  Laurel without a family, Laurel, who’s been apparently flitting from dangerous situation to dangerous situation, who’s been locked away by the city’s heroes.

“Tell me how I can help you,” she asks more quietly.  If she has to go stab whatever big-name asshole’s been terrorizing the city this year a couple of times, she will, Oliver’s no-killing rule be damned.

A little guarded still, Laurel shrugs.  “Just get me out of here. I’ll -- leave Star City. Go somewhere else. Leave your friends alone.”

The pragmatic part of Sara wonders whether she should question whether Laurel’s telling the truth, but she suddenly sounds so exhausted that it’s difficult to doubt her.

“What about... whoever it is you’re working for?”

“I can lay low when I need to.”

Even if she can, Sara doesn’t like the idea of her spending God-knows-how-long running.  “If you want to go back to your Earth, I have some pull in Central City --”

Laurel shakes her head with a bitter, unamused smile. “It’d be worse there.”

Sara wants to ask, even though she’s certain she wouldn’t like the answer, but she figures her questions can wait until Laurel’s not sitting in a cell. Maybe Laurel senses her hesitation, because she finally, almost painfully, drops Sara’s hand.

“I’ll be fine, Sara. You’re overthinking it.”

It’s difficult to be deterred by that when it seems like not many people have given much thought to Laurel’s safety at all. She shrugs. “You could come with me.”

It’s a simple solution on the surface, because she doubts Laurel’s ‘friends’ have the means to track a timeship. But proposing it without thinking it over seems a little reckless, in retrospect.

Laurel stares at her for a moment. “What?”

“It’d still be dangerous,” Sara amends quickly, her mind racing. “I mean, the Legends aren’t exactly good at... staying out of trouble. And, you know. There’s the aforementioned demonic bullshit.”

And Damien Darhk. Sara’s blood runs cold at the idea of letting this Laurel anywhere near him. Maybe it was a stupid thing to offer, maybe she’d be putting Laurel in more danger than she ever would be here, and what room does she have to think she can help her when she couldn’t protect Stein, couldn’t keep Jax from leaving --

“I’m used to dangerous,” Laurel says slowly, interrupting Sara’s spiral of thoughts.  “I just...  maybe you should think about whether or not you and your team want me traveling with you.”

Oh -- that.

It’s a fair concern, although honestly, Sara doesn’t think the other Legends will have any particular hang-ups. Most of them didn’t even know her Laurel, and this one would hardly be their first recruit to have a spotty record (really, it’d be easier to list the team members who didn’t have a criminal history).

As far as how she herself feels about it...  

Would it be too hard? Traveling with Laurel, but not the Laurel she grew up with?

She hesitates, because her feelings are so tangled up that they’re difficult to decipher.

Laurel, meanwhile, deliberately averts her gaze.  “It’s better if we don’t stay together,” she says after a moment, her voice carefully controlled in a way that makes Sara wonder whether she really believes that or whether she’s just trying to protect herself against some kind of seemingly inevitable rejection.

“Do you really think that?” she challenges, because she’s not so sure she believes it herself. 

-- And then, the strangest thing, in the next moment: she knows she doesn’t.

Knows that if she never lets herself know this version of her sister, she’s going to wonder for the rest of her life.

That maybe the Legends aren’t good at giving a lot, but that they’d be willing to give her a family.

That Laurel can be so much better than she thinks she is if someone just gives her the chance.

“It’s always going to hurt,” Sara continues bluntly. “I mean -- with or without you, I’m always going to miss my sister. And I’m sure you feel the same way. But you and me -- all this multiversal crap aside, we’re still family.” She hesitates again, because she doesn’t know how to bear her entire soul in quite the same way as she used to do with the Laurel from this Earth. She finds she’s a little afraid to.

“...I think knowing you would make my life better, not worse,” she finishes gingerly. “But it’s your choice. You can also just... fuck off to Coast City, or something, and I won’t be offended. Promise.”

Silence hangs between them for a moment. It feels fragile. Laurel still won’t look at her, but her shoulders shake just a little, and Sara fights back the basic instinct to open the door to the cell and just hug her until she stops crying. She leans her shoulder against the bars instead, carefully composed.

When Laurel finally speaks, she still doesn’t turn around. “You know, you’re a lot like I imagined she’d be. All grown up.” Sara doesn’t have to ask who she means, barely has time to contemplate the sudden lump in her throat before Laurel brushes briefly at her eyes and finally does turn. “I don’t think I’ll make a very good hero.”

“Literally none of us do, on an average day. You’ll fit right in.” Sara offers her a rather lopsided smile, and Laurel finally, fleetingly returns it.

[widowsresolve]

Hello I have a request that randomly sprung to mind! Can you please write a fic around how Nat wore the arrow necklace to court in tws - where there were news crews and cameras - and idk maybe Clintasha reading articles about it? Or Clint/nat/both finding fan speculation about their relationship Etc? Thank you :)

“You really gave them something to talk about,” Clintcommented as Natasha slipped onto the couch beside him, a mug and spoon inhand.

She leaned her head on his shoulder to get a better look atthe laptop screen and raised an eyebrow. “Mmm, I figured there would be some gossip, but I wasn’t entirely sureon the extent of the speculation.”

“Like the press hasn’t been busy trying to draw connectionssince New York.”

Natasha took a spoonful out of her mug brownie and ate itbefore replying. “What all are they saying after the hearing? I see severaltabs up.”

He nodded. “There are some interesting takes. Here, listento this: ‘Natasha Romanoff’s revealed codename of Black Widow would seem toleave one to believe that the bits of behavior we’ve seen over the years matchthat of the same spider. However, could this arrow necklace reveal a certainfondness for the SHIELD archer known as Hawkeye?’” Clint grinned at Natasha.“Awww, they think you’re fond of me.”

“Do they think I have a couple extra limbs too?”

“Not that they mention.” Clint made a point of scrollingthrough the rest of the article. “Yeah, definitely nothing about youpotentially having any extra limbs.”

“So how far are other sources taking this beyond my beingfond of you?”

Clint clicked on another tab. “’In looking through thedropped SHIELD files, it becomes obvious that Natasha Romanoff and Clint Bartonhave in fact been lovers, very possibly since the early recorded days of theirpartnership. To be so successful in their work together, there has to bechemistry that leads to sparks flying before and during missions!’”

“That’s not exactly very gossipy.”

“It gets there, I just kinda liked that part, and theymention later that the evidence does support that we were very professionalduring our ops. The gossip comes about the effects of our chemistry when themission objective is complete or we’re between ops.”

She gave a small laugh in between bites of brownie. “Let meguess, we’re speculated to be so passionately attracted that we only varybetween work and barely being able to keep our hands off each other?”

“Something like that, in general allusion.”

“Clearly whoever wrote that has never been in a positionwhere there’s more than enough sore bumps and bruises between the two of youthat a hug once you’re finally alone again is enough contact for the day,” shedrily said.

“Yeah, plus it just isn’t a realistic standard to beginwith, but,” Clint broke into a grin, “how about this? This one claims that Iseduced you into SHIELD thus starting our torrid love affair. And I’m supposedto be jealous of Steve for threatening to whisk you away from me, unsourcedeyewitnesses claim.”

“Good thing that particular author wasn’t following us back atthe mall then.”

“I wonder how many romantic rivals I’m supposed to have.”

“You must be lucky, all these people trying to sweep me awayand I keep on coming back to you.”

Clint twisted to press a kiss to Natasha’s temple. “I maynot have Steve or anyone as competition, but I am lucky.”

“I love you too.” After a second she pointed her spoon atthe screen. “Is that a Buzzfeed article?”

“Yeah. ’12 Signs that Black Widow and Hawkeye are AVENGERSIN LOVE.’ All caps there.”

“Let’s see it Barton.”

He clicked on the tab. “Admittedly some of these are astretch. Like that one.  While Iappreciate that things worked out like they have, the formation of STRIKE TeamDelta was because we have complementary skillsets and sort of got along, notbecause Fury saw our inherent chemistry and set us up. He wouldn’t do somethinglike that.”

“Plus he wanted to give Coulson the slightly unruly defectorto keep an eye on and you weren’t scared of me, unlike some agents.”

“And then you became one of Fury’s favorite people, even ifhe wouldn’t admit it to almost anyone.”

Natasha smiled. “Another reason you’re lucky.” Before hecould give a reply she frowned at the screen. “Checking each other out ofmedical is also a stretch to base assuming our relationship on.”

“Number eight isn’t wrong though, and I have to admit that’sa pretty good shot from Thor’s dramatic exit in Central Park of us almostholding hands.”

“That was a complicated time.” Natasha trailed off as shespoke and quietly took another bite of brownie.

Clint swallowed and bumped his knee against hers. “Somethinglike that, but we got through.” He scrolled down to the last part of thearticle and smiled. “’Number twelve: the clearly visible arrow necklace thatshe wore at this hearing. Black Widow is a master spy who knows a thing or twoabout what conclusions to draw from appearances. While she may not be the typeto wear her heart on her sleeve, she may wear it around her neck.’”

“They’re not wrong.”

“And there are apparently plenty of people wondering whetherit’s an indication of starting to date, being engaged, or something like beingsecretly married. Oh, and I almost forgot, your wearing the necklace was amessage to Steve that you’re unavailable so he knows to stop trying to whiskyou away.”

“We’re teasing him about this stealing reputation of hiswhen we see him again, as long as the media isn’t anywhere nearby.” Natashamoved her head off Clint’s shoulder and leaned to put her mug and spoon on thetable before cuddling back beside him. “But how long have you been looking uparticles speculating about the extent of our relationship based on mynecklace?”

He shrugged. “Guess I wanted a distraction from otheraspects of the hearing.”

“Clinton.”

“And I was curious. Did you know that apparently we’re atleast a few people’s ‘real life OTP’?”

Natasha raised her head. “I’m not actually sure that I wantto ask.”

“Pretty much there are people we’ve never met who want us tobe together, which is good I guess. I’m not above admitting that I like havingsomeone who isn’t convinced that Steve is a threat though.”

She leaned her head back onto his shoulder. “Next thing you’regoing to say is that there’s a hashtag about us.”

Clint hesitated for a moment. “I haven’t looked for us, butyou are trending on Twitter.”

“So half the people are focused on the issues at hand whilethe other half are discussing the possible extent of our relationship. I’m notsurprised.” She reached for Clint’s hand. “Maybe for tonight it’s time toignore what the media is saying about either topic.”

With his free hand he shut the laptop lid. “Sounds good.”After a few second’s pause Clint chuckled. “I’m glad I don’t have to speculatewhat that arrow necklace means.”

Natasha smiled. “You’re just happy that your gift is gettingso much attention.”

“Which reminds me actually, I think a certain Tony Starktexted me asking just how purposeful wearing it was to the hearing and whetherwe were in need of anything that he could help with.”

She shifted closer to Clint. “We should probably get back tohis concerns at some point soon, but we’re pretty good with just each other.”

“Yeah, you and me, we can handle whatever comes. Includinggoing surprisingly public in a matter of a few years.”

“It’s a good necklace.”

“One last thing from what I read, there’s at least one takethat while I didn’t seduce you into SHIELD or anything, it was love at firstsight that convinced you to join and of course led to today.”

She gave a purposefully dramatic sigh. “My next appearance theseare all going to come up as gossip magazines try to get their few questions in.”

“Maybe I’ll just have to discreetly be nearby and let myidentity slip just as we’re about to leave, give them something more to talkabout.”

“You just want pictures of you in your favorite sunglasses.”

“They’re a good look. Or you could wear them, see if anyonerecognizes them. I’m pretty good but I know there’s a Hawkeye fan club outthere that would recognize them.”

“An arrow necklace and sunglasses are suddenly the definingphysical objects of our relationship. I suppose that’s something.”

“Are you actually going to do this?” Clint’s voice held anote of excitement.

“They’re not only a good look for you, and,” she said with awry grin, “at this rate I might as well make another headline.”

[canaryatlaw]

alright, it’s late and I’m tired so let’s do this thing. I woke up originally at 8:30 am because one of my aunt’s dogs likes to sleep under the bed I’m staying in and she was making noise, so I tried to get her to get out of the room but she wouldn’t, so I went to the bathroom and left the bedroom door open and then she left. I went back to sleep and was woken up again at like 12 by my mom asking if I wanted an egg sandwich, to which I said sure, and asked what time it was, she said around noon and I was like you know you could wake me up right....and she was like “yeah, that’s what I’m doing now” lol okay then. I got dressed and everything and had an egg sandwich which was pretty good despite me not really liking whole wheat bread (traumatic childhood memories, okay). So the plan for the day was essentially to go to the mall and for me, my sister, and girl cousin to get our nails done. so there was planning and going back and forth, and we eventually decided we’d go to the mall and go to this japanese place for lunch (despite the fact that I’d just eaten, but by the time we actually got there it was like 3) that was at the mall and then go to the nail place in the mall and go from there. So we got to the mall just as it started down pouring, I let my sister and cousin use my umbrella because I had my jacket with me that had a hood, so that helped somewhat. The place was basically sushi and some other japanese food options, I opted for one of their daily special sushi rolls which had like, shrimp tempura, mango, rare strip steak, all wrapped in rice, seaweed, and then rice paper, and served with a mango sauce, and it was really good! I was a bit concerned I maybe hadn’t ordered enough but I was still somewhat full from earlier so it was all good. When we finished I went with my sister and cousin to find the nail place. My sister already had her set of fake nails but had lost one or two, so she was gonna get those filled and in and go for other color, and my cousin was getting fake nails done. I opted for just a gel manicure because I did fake nails exactly once and they drove me up the fucking wall so I’m not doing that again, lol. My nails did have some polish on them already because I did them last week to match my toes (since I’ve been wearing sandals) with this dark purple color, but since I was changing this I decided to go with a really intense pink instead, so they’d look good together (or that was the idea at least). It was pretty standard, it’s been a while since I got a full manicure because I pretty much only do it when I’m with my sister and she wants to go. The real gel nail polish with the blue light and everything obviously works a lot better than the dupe gel knock offs you can get at the store that don’t need the light but also comes off a lot easier (though I still buy them because they’re still somewhat better than normal polish) so they look all nice and perfect now so I’m going to do my best to keep them that way. I was finished first but the girls finished not too long after me, so we left and then went to try to find this tattoo/piercing place because my sister wanted to get another hole on her ear. We stopped by pac sun quickly which was interesting, and the forever 21 at which I had to restrain myself from buying a bunch of floral dresses from the buy one get one free section because they are totally my weakness but I already own SO MANY of them. But I was successful in restraining myself, so that was good. We got to the tattoo/piercing place, they’re the same company but split into two stores right next to each other, so we were in the piercing part. Originally they were just gonna go to like Claire’s or one of the grody piercing stands in the mall but I was like noooo, those are crappy you need to go to a tattoo place, so we did. While they were getting everything sorted out I was looking around at different options for my various piercings and what would fit for me, I ended up getting a cute pair of normal earrings that are lightning bolts, and an industrial bar with the wonder woman insignia on it, though idk if or when I’ll actually use it, because I’m honestly kinda emotionally attached to my arrow industrial bar, lol, I mean I’ve had it for at least 5 years now without any thought of changing it. There was also a Superman belly button earring I liked but they didn't have it in my size, as was the case with a spiral earring for my tragus piercing. So I bought the two and then hung out for a while with the rest of everybody. The plan from there was that my sister and cousin were gonna go to a party and then sleep over my cousin’s friends house (it was briefly floated that I could join them at the party if I wanted, but they kinda figured I wouldn’t want to go to a party full of 18 and 19 year olds, which was a correct conclusion) so we left the girls and I headed back home with the adults. They had been discussing seeing a movie tonight, and were saying they were gonna see the new mission impossible movie and I was like.......eh.....I  mean how many of basically the same movie can you make that are actually good?? So we went back and forth about a couple different movies and splitting up so we could go to different ones, then I had a great idea and convinced everyone to go see Ant-Man and the Wasp, with my recommendation that they’d all like it, and they all assented to that, because I am really very good at getting what I want, so we bought tickets for the 7:25 showing of that. We were running home first though, and we stopped at the dollar general so we could get cheap movie candy and sneak it in lol, which was of course my aunt’s idea. I got a bag of sour patch watermelon and a box of sugar babies. We went home and fed the dogs as well as eating some of the leftover baked ziti from the other night before heading out to the movies. The theatre was in a pretty nice complex with a bunch of other shops, including a cold stone we’d been to previously, so I managed to casually drop that in to plant the idea of getting some after the movie. We got there slightly before the listed movie time, and I had tall the tickets on my phone so we could go straight through and just swipe it, which worked well. It was one where you had to pick your seats in advance and we couldn’t find 4 in a row, but there was a row where there were two open, and then next to them two taken ones, and then two more open ones, so I took the open ones betting that we could get the people in the two middle seats to switch with us, and once they saw that we were all together they offered to switch, so that worked out nicely. As far as the movie went, I enjoyed it just as much the second time around, they did a really good job of mixing comedy in with the epic superhero story. The little girl who plays Cassie is SOOOOOO cute, I was dying when (spoiler) Scott is running around while giant and you see them watching tv with the mom and stepdad being completely dumbfounded, then the camera pans down to Cassie and she just has the best smirk on her face because she knows EXACTLY what was going on, and it was too damn cute. I might’ve said this before, but I also really like that Scott’s ex-wife and her new husband are totally supportive of him and include him in their family because that’s such a refreshing change of pace from just about every other depiction of such a family. The humor was great, when Scott was running around as a giant my mom could not stop laughing, she thought it was the funniest thing, which made me happy to see because generally she just won’t go to movies unless they have a specific Christian connotation to them, but I thought they would all really like the movie and there really wasn’t anything “inappropriate” (like sexually or whatever) and she really liked it, so I was glad to hear that. I had to somewhat contextualize the mid-credit scene for them because of course none of them had seen infinity war or were at all aware of what happened in that movie, so they had no idea what the characters suddenly turning to dust meant. When we got out we indeed decided to go to cold stone, it was at the other end of the shopping center but we decided to walk there because my dad said he wanted to get more steps in and I was like well I live in a city and walk everywhere so I’m game lol. Just about all the stores we passed were closed (it was like 9:30 on a Friday at this point) but once we got to cold stone the line was pretty much to the door, so we had to wait for a bit. I hadn’t been there in a while, and they had a few new combos regarding their birthday celebration (so made with cake batter ice cream or different types) so instead of getting my usual strawberry order I did their strawberry cake batter one with strawberry wafers, sprinkles and caramel, which was very good but also filling and I couldn’t finish it lol. I had gotten the medium size when I otherwise would’ve gotten a small because they were running a promotion if you came in with a movie ticket from the past 24 hours you could get a buy one get one free deal for a medium size, so I couldn’t finish it lol. Once we got our ice cream we sat out at one of the tables outside and ate, then walked back to the car and drove home. I stayed up on my computer for a bit after stumbling onto a series of legends screen caps with humorous comments added on Reddit, and it was pretty fucking hilarious so I ended up posting a bunch of them on my twitter in a giant thread (with credit attributed to the original creator of course because I’m not a shitty person who would just steal content like that) and I was laughing pretty hard at all of it. but it was getting late so I showered and got ready for bed and then got distracted on my laptop for a while, then started writing this and here we are, and did I mention it’s late because it’s now past 3 am??? Don’t know what the plan for tomorrow is, if it’s somehow nice (the weather forecast predicted rain every single day this week but it’s actually been mostly sunny) we might go back to the beach but there was discussion about not being able to get a parking spot, so we may end up getting lunch at a restaurant on the beach front and see what we want to do from there. Hopefully I can sleep in a little so I’m not totally dead, lol. Alright that’s it for now folks, talk to you tomorrow. Goodnight chicos and chicas. Happy weekend.

[canaryatlaw]

Alright it's late so I should get this written and get to bed. So today was fine. Woke up on time (yay!) and made it to the bus and took the bus to work without falling asleep. They changed up the sheriffs doing the security checks and suddenly I don't set the alarm off every time anymore....I knew it was that one bitch that always set it off manually on me (it's okay, I'll make a lot more money than her in my life even if I work for the government). Got to my office, boss isn't around, so I go through the DCP packets in the case we've been working on and created profiles for all of them, who's involved and who the allegations are against, and how they may or may not be related to this case. So that took more of my morning. I did do my caffeine in the morning, but around 11 or so I think I did start to feel overwhelmingly tired, so I took a half hour nap at my desk and just continued what I've been doing, working through lunch to make up to it. So after I was finished with that I returned to the phone calls for most of the day. There was one really good one they talked about their daughter and I got a page's worth of info from it, so that was helpful but most of the rest of them are like.....they're either being so sappy to each other or fighting over the stupidest shit- like she called going out with some friends a "double date" and he flipped a shit on her, and then there was something about her talking to his grandmother and he flipped out on that and I was just like wow this is actually a really emotionally abusive relationship (which is funny because in the calls they were like "the foster parents are probably telling our daughter all sorts of lies about us and emotionally abusing her" and I'm just like okay sure buddy) but nothing else was too ground breaking. Since it really didn't take all of my concentration, I tried to do some other stuff done in the mean time. I had looked at theatre auditions in Chicago yesterday and gotten frustrated that my options are sadly limited, which doesn't make any fucking sense but half the shows listed up there are like, out in some suburb like bitch I don't have a car it's not happening lol. But I went back through them today and identified 3 that could potentially work, and emailed each of them questions about the time commitment details they didn't post on the page. One of them was like "please make sure you can make all Monday rehearsals before submitting" but didn't state when the Monday rehearsals started or ended so I emailed asking that and got the reply of "thank you for submitting yourself to audition..." and I was just like, ugh lol but hopefully that will work itself out better. Later tonight I did hear back from another one whose schedule just might work very well for me, their space isn't far from my apartment, so the only hustle would be getting to the few weekday 6 pm rehearsals on time. So I went ahead and sent in my headshot and resume and got an audition slot for Saturday and I'm so excited!!!! This is the first thing I've auditioned for in Chicago haha it's been so long and I'm so happy to be back. The show is an original and I think it's part of pride, it's called "pride ever after" and from what I can tell it's fairy tales + homosexuality haha for audiences 10+, which sounds like great children's theatre content to me. And of course I'd just have so much fun personally with the concept because I could run around my Christian conservative circles screaming THE GAYS ARE COMING TO INDOCTRINATE YOUR CHILDREN EVERYBODY RUN and it probably wouldn't go quite like that but you know what I mean. Lol. So after I finished looking at auditions and had nothing else I could really do, I decided to play candy crush which I haven't played since 2013 when I got stuck on a level for like, a month, and gave up out of frustration. It was a decent level of distraction while still being able to listen to the calls. It's too bad the government isn't the one paying me, it'd be really satisfying to be earning government money for this 😂 but hey, school money is good too. So I did that until the end of the day and left a few minutes early to catch the 5:02 bus. Got home an out of my business clothes by 6:20, so I had a small amount of time to get ready before going to physical therapy at 7. I had the guy I had last week that I liked a lot, and I felt like it was pretty productive, though I definitely came out of it with some aching muscles (though that's more or less the point, I suppose). After I walked across the street to Jewel just to pick up some cocoa krispies and milk because I was running low on both and I'm very suspicious of milk right now because we keep finding the refrigerator door open a tiny bit and then I look into it and it kind of looks curdled but like idk how to tell if it doesn't really smell, so I've been using it but felt really uneasy about it and my stomach was bothering me today, so I may just blame it on that. Jewel, however, did not have any cocoa krispies in stock, which of course I was shocked and appalled at, so I had to settle for cocoa pebbles (inferior, but still decent). I then grabbed milk and remembered I had like no yogurts for lunches because I ended up tossing a few because of questionable edible status so I grabbed a couple of those too. Paid, and I was walking back to my apartment by the parking lot and I feel something on my right arm and I look and it's this big bug just sitting there (big like, in relation to a mosquito which you'd expect in this situation). So of course my immediate reaction was to freak out and drop my grocery bag on the ground, and the girl that was passing the other way was just staring at me like wtf just happened and I was just like "I'm fine, there was a bug...." haha and then of course my PT guy had to show up at that moment too also walking home and was like "yeah, we'll work on lifting techniques next week" totally joking and I was just like there was a bug!!! Lol it was humorous. Got back to my apartment and my roommate's friend is there with her and they're playing guitar hero, so I just join them on the couch as they play and then start SNL and a couple other shows. Roommate's friend left shortly after 10 so I then turned on Supergirl. Overall I thought it was a really good episode! The return of Cat Grant obviously made my life because she IS my life and I just so wish we could've had her this whole season, it would've been soooo much better. Teri Hatcher is very good at playing evil Rhea, her and the actress that plays Lillian Luthor are both very good at the whole I love my child more than anything except my power and how that trips them up. The whole time I was like WHERE IS JAMES DAMMIT but him swooping in at the end was pretty epic, and of course Cat knew who he was in about 2 seconds flat lol. When her and Supergirl were talking by the dumpster I really wanted Cat to just deliberately call her Kara but I guess they want to play it out like she's pretending she doesn't know (because she obviously does). I mean, everyone on that spaceship really should've been able to tell that's Kara Danvers, lol. The whole Meh-El and Lena forced marriage plot made me cringe more than a little bit, just because it reminded me of the Oliver and Nyssa forces marriage is season 3 of Arrow and just how bad that was. This one wasn't that bad, but it was still rather uncomfortable. But I liked it a lot and look forward to next week's episode, which will hopefully contain Meh-El dying in some way or being sent away to lead his people or something up that alley. Okay, that's it for today. Tomorrow will hopefully be the end of the child death case and we'll get a final ruling, so fingers crossed for that. Goodnight starlights. Keep shining.